Happy Spring!

When the bulldozer filled the hole that used to be a pool, it also tore up the rose of sharon bush that my grandmother had transplanted from her first house in the US and given to my mother, who had transplanted it through all of our moves. Dad's not given to sentimentality, and by the time we realized what he'd told the workers to do, the rose of sharon was in the bottom of a dumpster, beneath 5 tons of stuff. All that remained was dirt.

These little purple babies from the pre-dozer landscape just popped through. Which is not to say the loss doesn't hurt, but just that I keep forgetting how tenacious life is. Spring is a good time.